The Taoist shaman hunted, her bare body gleaming as her strong supple feminine form moved showing every part of her glory. Her eyes never left her quarry as she sought the opening which would allow her to strike. But he was as good as her, not a single misstep and his eyes remained locked on hers. Her prey was a Toltec warrior priest, his glowing sculpted body likewise fully revealed, displaying the raw power of his masculinity. The two combatants circled, their movements more like dancers than fighters as the weaved and fainted, looking for an opening, their opponent to drop their guard. But they were an even match and the dance went on. They battled for the favours of a young dusky Island sorceress who held secrets none were meant to know. It was an ancient ritual, she had to choose one and reject the other. It was a choice she could make but once, the first time she lay with someone.
Yet an illicit longing was spreading within her as she beheld their bodies perform. She longed to share her hidden knowledge with them together, not just one but two. She sat, her body hidden by gossamer fabric which barely concealed the prize which awaited the victor. She excitedly stroked her familiar, it's kind the largest to ever grace the skies. Her passion and need grew with every step they took, every strike they made, every breath they drew. Her forbidden yearning now burning within her, wanting both to take her, make her theirs and share her secrets as three not two. It would take just one word, just one to slip between her moist lips. But she knew she had to choose, pick just one, her or him.
The Shaman missed her step. The Toltec took his chance. He lunged, strong arms encircling the his opponent's slim waist, his muscled body forcing her to the ground. The fighters bodies entwined as they struggled, each striving to pin the other beneath them. The sight of their embrace, rolling, struggling, each seeking to dominate the other, pushed the Sorceress to near the edge, barely holding back a primal urge to join their melee. She'd been warned of this, soon her passion would drive all reason from her, she had to choose and choose now. But once the choice was made, it was for eternity. Bound in this life and the next.
She could fight her burning desire no longer, the time had come, she had to choose. She stood, clapped her hands and let the flimsy garment fall from her, leaving her naked before them. The two combatants admired her slender form as they anxiously awaited to learn their fate, victor or vanquished. But her craving for the taboo was consuming her, she wanted two not one. With her body trembling, every nerve on fire, she let just one word slip between her moist lips. "Both." Her body blazed in pain and pleasure as arcane power coursed through every cell, then settled. She'd made her choice. She was now bound forever, neither female nor male. She was both, her form set, eternally immutable. And now the three would lay together.
NOTE
The fictional stories I write are all part of a number of unique 'settings' I have developed. This story is part of what I call my Pacific Stars setting. It's a mythic swords and sorcery world where our universe's superstitions are reality. and common place. This setting is is based on our world of the mid 10th Century (roughly 950CE), with the premise the Polynesian voyagers developed into a maritime trading civilisation linking Asia and the Americas across the Pacific. Plus it has magic, Gods and supernatural creatures which are always cool. Sadly I couldn't work in Zeppelins, I do love Zeppelins.
